“Bye!” Kaila called out to her friends as she waved at them.  Climbing into her car she heard shouts of ‘congratulations on your own room’ and ‘have fun designing it!’. Now with only 5 children left in the house and her being the eldest, the 17 year old high school student was allowed to have her own room. She didn’t mind sharing with her little sister but when Maddie left for college, the short haired brunette found herself jumping at the chance to have her own space.

Her headphones around her neck blared music as her head bounced along to the beat. Today was a good day! Her mother said she could design the room in however she felt fit her! On her way home to the country house, the brunette passed an old house that was having an estate sale. “Huh!” She said in excitement as she pulled the car to the side of the road and climbed out.

“Hello Kaila,” An older woman said as she saw the little girl get out of her car. “How are you?” The two engaged in a friendly conversation with a touch of sadness because the woman, a friend of her mother’s, had lost her mom and wanted to sell some of the assists. 

“I actually just inherited Maddie’s old room so I’m looking for things to make the room more, mine.” She said with a smile as the older woman gave her a gentle grin.

“Let me know if you find anything. I know the excitement you’re feeling about finally getting your own bedroom. Hopefully you can find something to help make the room yours.” The older woman said with a nod and a smile.

Kaila began to look through the belongings for sale. A few old records, a couple nice tables and chairs; a beautiful vanity stand that really looked like something she could see in her room. That was until she came to a full length mirror standing six feet tall. The boarders of the mirror were a stunning oak with a charming looking carving along the rim. “Oooo.” She said, excitement filling her voice her as reached out and ran her hand along the wood. “How much for this?!” She called out the older woman. Within minutes she had the new mirror loaded into the back of her car and was driving back home.

With the help of her siblings, she got the mirror into her room and cleaned it with wood polish and wind cleaner. “Phew!” She said allowed as she wiped her brow and flopped down on the floor in front of the mirror. She had changed into a pair of blue jeans and a green t-shirt to clean the room and fix up the mirror. Smiling she admired the craftsmanship of the wood. “I wonder how old you are…” She muttered softly. What a beautiful mirror, if only it could talk.